What It’s Like to be Me

There is a minuscule woman Who rides on top of my neurons She is an instigator by trade A powerful figure of means She carries with her a great hammer And hanging from her belt is a chissle Her ears are her strongest organ But her arms are thick corded muscle From swinging her hammer…

On a Day Off

The last several years have been a whirlwind.  I am working full time and going to grad school full to part time depending on the term. I have let this blog grow dormant and began storing my writing pieces up in colorful journals rather than letting them breath the free air. This is my formal…

What My Parents Gave Me

What my parents gave me was a respect for those over the age of middle aged. Aged, a word which brings my mind to cheese, and the reality where the longer the cheese wheel breathes, the more respected it becomes. We don’t think like that here, not about each other. We are too busy determining…

My Girl Joan

I like a lot of things about you. You were a fighter, like I have always been. You stood side by side with men but did not let it turn you into one of them. You did not grow needy of them nor did you lose your heart to any of them. You were a…

Find Me Later

Find me later when I’m happy When life’s contractions ease to black And my lonely quiet moments Have embraced my broken ends Find me later when I’m happy When ambition’s tolls’ve been paid And my lonely quiet moments Have entrenched my soul with grace Find me later when I’m happy When demands of loved-ones still…

Staying Home

I wasn’t able to see Instead I read But as I did I was taken to a colorful space One free of everything I wasn’t able to see I wasn’t able to think Instead I dreamed But as I did I was taken to a beautiful place One free of everything I wasn’t able to…

Dance Partner

The Lord is my dance partner He meets all my creative needs He doesn’t push beyond my limits He soothes my inner turmoil at his touch He is a cool drink of water for my soul He focuses on steps and technique not just choreography as His reputation is on the line Even though I…

Cleaned by Words

If all I ever get to do in this world is breathe I guess that is good enough for the likes of me If all I ever accomplish is learn to smile I guess that is the best gift that I can offer Yet even in the breathing and smiling I wreak I spin unwanted…

Tread Lightly Into My World

Tread lightly into my world Do not disturb the greenery Do not rearrange the linens Do not upset the keepsakes on display   Tread lightly onto my stage Forget not the author’s pen Forget not the director’s chair Forget not the choreographer’s blocks   Tread lightly upon me Lay not atop my needs Lay not aside…

The Consolation of Words (Its’ second appearance)

When there’s nothing to write Don’t stop dropping letter after letter, digit after digit Trade punctuation for desperation; Reinvent observation by this silent conversation. What is writing but one thought strung together by straight lines and curved ones sitting on the page’s bench, or swinging below like restless legs, or rising high above like a…

Let Not My Heart be Troubled

Let Not My Heart be Troubled                                    … trouble will ride me, burn me, expose me I’ll rage until I’m spent, then I’ll run from you  with your layers of fake False layers of a mask you put on…

My Neighborhood Small Group Does White Elephant Gift Game

My relationship to gifting is a little like what you see in this photo…only in my insides. I really dislike receiving gifts, or I have in the past felt like I did. Claiming my codependency has gotten me to step back and reexamine almost everything. I guess the truth is that I don’t like giving…